A Thought On 31 January. Poem by Furqan Asad

As i sleep in my bed,
Some thoughts begin to sprout.
I think off all that has passed......
The Joyous days of spring.
The silent nights of rain.
Those fierce suns,
Those humble moons,
Those stars of twinkling skies.
As i think of all these things it seems that somethings missing......
The smiles i gave.....
The friends i made.......
The moments that i have passed.....
Some unsaid words,
Some unclear things,
Some untangible matters of fate.
I do miss them,
My sixteen years.
My years of loss & gain.
My years of bliss.
My years of blur.
My years of blue green days.
Woeful am i for what ive lost is grave.
But world goes on & this is life.
Time never stops & we don't too.
All that is done is done for sure.
I'll make it up from now.
May all the globe be filled with peace
And prosperity we may find.
And may we find the calm clean soul
That lives inside our mind.